A Man and A Woman

At the Palace

Once again, a crowd is gathered in front of the Palace. The news broke through the Kingdom that the Queen went into labor. Everyone is waiting with bated breath for the moment when the Royals will appear on the huge front balcony with the Crown Princes to show. It is a scramble to get to the front to catch the first glimpse of the twins.
And then the door opens, Midnight Moon's Luna steps out.
She talks to the King-Father and Mother, but no one can hear her words despite them deploying their Lycan hearing. The Queen's parents stand there, too. And then tears of joy roll down the cheeks of the Royals, they hug each other and thank the Moon Goddess. All eyes are strictly on the high rankings of the Palace.
To everyone's relief, the door opens again.
King Jasper takes the three women back inside. And then the women emerge with the pups. No one dares to breathe with excitement and fear of missing the magical moment. And yes, here they come. King Jasper has a pup in his arms and King-Mother Alidya another. The remaining Royals walk with them to the balustrade. King Jasper flips open the blanket so that the pup's reddish face can be seen. The little boy's eyes are open and looking down. A gasp of admiration moves through the crowd as they behold the first Crown Prince's posture. It's like he takes in all his subordinates. The other sleeps in his grandmother's arms, safe and warm.
Elder Nicolas steps forward.
"Kingdom of the Werewolves. The Crown Princes are born. The throne is secure," he declares weighty. "The Queen has yet to recover and will probably appear before the public tomorrow. We thank you for your interest, I'm sure the pups will be endeared when they later see these images and sense your loyalty." A few chuckled at the Elder's words. "Pictures of the Crown Princes will also be posted on the Royal website where you can also post your congratulations."
Cheers are heard, vuvuzelas are blown loudly and dance groups form in the middle of the street.
"Long live the Princes, hooray, hooray," the wolves sing at the top of their lungs. And then the King-Father joins in and proclaims this and the next day as a national holiday in the Kingdom. Alcohol flows freely and the wolves go wild.
On the silent back balcony, however, a man sits in the dark, downing one glass of whiskey after another. He is deeply immersed in his misery and mumbles to himself. "Why did that Alpha come between us like a plague? Saray was already all mine. She had left him and had willingly become my fiancé," he muses, dissatisfied. "But he had to come back and claim her. Why didn't he accept Rachel, Saray's sister, as his second chance mate? The woman throws herself at him, he's just too picky".
He takes another big gulp from his glass.
Already on the floor are five bottles of the particular alcohol for Lycans. Werewolves do not easily get drunk from the alcohol humans use, which is why they have developed their own brew. "And then the Moon Goddess arrives and makes it all worse. Two Kings and a Queen". He remembers how Jasper pushed him back at Saray's maternity bed. That man took over her care, stood by her as she gave birth to the pups. He had no input. It was clearly instilled in him that he is not the father of the Crown Princes and never will be as long as Jasper is around.
Hearing the cheers of his subjects in the front, his eyes darken with anger. He decides to go to his room and lock himself up in solitude until the atmosphere in the Palace is back to normal. Staggering, he gets up and makes his way into the elevator. As the doors close, he notices he is not alone in the confined space. In a corner on the floor, a woman is huddled. He can hear her desperate sobs despite her trying to muffle them away. "Lady, what is wrong with you? Why are you crying?" he asks with pity as he sits down next to her. When the woman doesn't answer, he puts an arm around her shoulders and pulls her toward him.
"Aaahh, the world is not evenly divided. There's a lot of injustice going on," he lolls his head comfortingly against her head. When the elevator doors open again, he helps her up. Only now does he recognize the woman. Although he lives one floor up, he decides to help her to her quarters. She hangs heavily on him, trying to hold back her tears. The man asks no further, and when she unlocks her door with her fingerprint, they both stumble inside. He carries her straight to the bedroom. But when he wants to disengage from her, she pulls him toward her and raises her face to his. Her lips conquer his in a fiery kiss as she impatiently undoes his shirt.

The man groans and tries to break free but the woman is persistent.
Her tongue thrusts deep into his mouth and begins a hot dance with his. Her hands now undo his pants and before he knows it, she has his stiff member in both hands. "Ooohh goodness. This feels so good," he manages to groan when he can breathe. And then he releases all reserves. It has been too long since he last had a woman and Saray has been keeping him waiting for months. It is impossible to resist this temptation. Quickly he helps the woman out of her clothes and places her on the bed. Looking at her, he only sees Saray before him. Despite their features differing, he refuses to acknowledge that he is in bed with another woman.
It becomes a night of wild sex. Revenge sex.
During their highs, they both scream out a different name. They ravish each other and seem insatiable. This has nothing to do with love. It is a burst of profound heartbreak and they are trying to ease the rejection in each other's arms.
In the early morning, after hours of sex, they are finally exhausted.
As they reach their final climax, his seed spat deep into her womb while they roar out their final pain.
"Saray!"
"Eric!" ...